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whoever said that love was “friendship set on fire”
obviously never fell in love with their best friend
because i did
and the two did not go up in flames
only one of us is burning

the smoke of these flames took shape of you
and god, it looked so much like you
i could have fooled myself into believing it was you
and i couldn’t help but to steal a kiss
now my chest hurts and my lungs are full of poison
i can’t breathe
but i can’t stop breathing you in
even though it’s killing me

love is not “friendship set on fire”
because being on fire like this hurts
and love should never hurt
and i would never want you to burn like this
i would never want us to burn
i want us to flourish
i want us to rise like the phoenix
and soar together
i want us
to feel like we’re flying
all of the time

Anonymous said: Could you maybe write something about falling in love with your best friend but youre not sure if he loves you more than a friend?

alyssasfriendana said:Could you maybe write one about a girl who loves a boy so much that it physically hurts, bc hes her best friend and she’s his but that’s the only way he sees her

Anonymous said: I wonder if could write about falling in love with somenone. About a girl who once was my “girlfriend”, and now we are really close friends, but i still love her and keep falling over and over again

(cc, 2017)

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about Ezekiel struggling to figure out what to get Jake for their anniversary? Maybe recruiting Eve or Flynn for advice?

Sorry for the delay, anon! So I decided since you didn’t specify what kind of anniversary, I thought I’d have fun with this prompt and do something I haven’t read before;) Also, this story wrote itself. Warning: a ton of fluff ahead!

Ezekiel paced while his mind ran a million miles an hour. He wasn’t sure if the others noticed or not, but it was their anniversary. Not just any anniversary, but THE anniversary; the most important anniversary. It was the day they all met. Or more specifically, the day that Ezekiel Jones met Jacob Stone. Ezekiel got gifts for the others, things he knew they liked, but he hit a brick wall when it came to the mysterious cowboy. He had to find the perfect gift, one that was special and memorable, and he was lost.
“Are you okay?” Ezekiel jumped, turning to face the guardian that appeared behind him.
“Yes!” The response was in a much higher pitch than he wanted.
“Really? Because it kind of looks like you are nervous.”
“Me? Nervous? Ha!”
Eve gave him a look. “Is this about the anniversary?”
“What? No!” Eve gave him a few seconds. “Okay, maybe it is.”
“Uh huh. It’s Stone, isn’t it?” She smirked.
Ezekiel slumped his shoulders. “What do you give a guy that has everything he wants right here?” The thief motioned around the Library.
Eve gave him a soft smile. “You give him a memory.”
Ezekiel froze, and he blinked before grinning wide. “Of course! Thanks Eve!” He turned and ran out of the Annex.
“Boys.” Eve shook her head. She turned at the sound of voices coming from the hallway. Flynn and Stone turned the corner, deep in conversation, which the later ended as they entered the room. Jacob blushed and thanked Flynn before leaving the room.
Flynn watched the man go with a puzzled expression, but shook it off and turned to Eve with a bright smile.
“Let me guess, he asked about Ezekiel?” Eve questioned.
Flynn nodded. “Yes. Something about an anniversary?” He left the sentence hanging for her to explain.
“The first day they met.” Eve supplied with a genuine smile.
“Ah.” Flynn nodded in understanding. “Well we have our own plans tonight.” He grinned at her.
Eve rolled her eyes and led him out of the Annex.
Jacob walked into the room to see them leave. He smiled fondly at their retreating backs.
Ezekiel rushed his way in the Annex, nearly running into Jacob from behind. His arms were full of blankets.
Jacob started and turned around.
“What are you doing?”
Ezekiel peaked his head from around the mound of cloth. He looked a little sheepish, but mixed with his sly grin it was hard to tell.
“Nothing. But if I were doing something I would tell you not to have plans for tonight.”
Jacob blinked as Ezekiel moved past him. He recovered fast enough to respond before Ezekiel left the room.
“And if I were to tell you not to worry about dinner?” He called back, reveling in making the young man stumble a bit as he processed the words.
“Then I’d hypothetically say it’s a date.” Jacob smiled at the response.
A few hours passed in the Annex, everyone gone except two of the six occupants.
Ezekiel stood in front of the back door, waiting for Jacob, and apparently, supper.
Jacob walked around the corner, a broad smile on his face as he held-wait-was that a pizza box?
Ezekiel felt his jaw drop.
Jacob’s smile morphed into a smirk. “I got your favorite. Is it too cheesy?”
Ezekiel snapped out of his shock with a noise that sounded like a mixture between a snort and a groan.
Jacob laughed.
“Come on, pun master. There’s something I want to show you.” Ezekiel opened the doors to reveal a dark grassy area, cold air seeping in, and motioned for him to go on.
Jacob followed the thief’s instructions, his eyes lifting to see stars shining above him. Then he noticed the rest of the area.
It was the where they found the crown of King Arthur.
Ezekiel spoke from beside him as a blanket was wrapped around his shoulders.
“Pretty great, right?” Ezekiel motioned over to a pallet on the ground; layers of blankets that would keep them warm as they stared at the stars.
Jacob exhaled slowly and a soft smile came to his face.
“Yeah it is.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.